In the dark fastness of night, Death watched his siblings play with their fledgling creations, and hatred burned bright in his heart. He saw his brother Eldurim bid the others a good night and wander off, seeking rest. The mad child, born of Nature and the Void, fell upon Eldurim, striking him from behind. Death ripped away great chunks of earth, defiling them as he flung them aside. Tiny creatures sprang from the scattered pebbles of blackened earth, and they grew into the twisted, vicious race known as the Trogs, or Goblins. Death laughed at the sight of his offspring, delighted with their vile spirit and corrupt nature. There were five loathsome Younger Monsters created: the poisonous death naga, dissonant harpy, repulsive shambler, and cunning troll. Of the fifth Goblin, there remains only the darkest rumors. Some say it remains inside Death's stronghold, feeding still on its creator's malevolent spirit. Others say its haunts the dark regions of Trogland, where whispers name it cannibal.